We started Brinky in a toddler gymnastics class a couple weeks ago. Since he’s a stay-at-home kid, unlike my girls who were daycare babies (and quite a bit older than him), I thought it would be good for him to be around other kids closer to his age and learn a little bit about being in a setting where there’s some structure and he is supposed to listen to a teacher. So far, it hasn’t been as bad as I expected it to be. There are moments he enjoys it. He doesn’t enjoy circle time at the beginning of class, but he loves the free time to play on all the gymnastics equipment. Except when other kids want to use the same equipment he wants to use. I make one of my girls go with me as extra support each week. The first week Reagan joined us, and last week Jenny came along. She put herself in charge of photography (with my phone).
What he likes: the tumble track (really long trampoline).
What he doesn’t like: being dragged off the trampoline because he’s just supposed to go one way and then get off and wait in line again. (Excuse my appearance. I don’t believe in dressing up for toddler gymnastics class.)
Then I tried to convince him it was fun to move on and wait in line again.
We eventually got him to move on to other equipment, like the rings.
But he still threw himself down on the mat in protest.
Jenny helped by observing and wondering why I forced her to go along with me.
Then we moved over to the pit, which he did like.
He just decided to hang out in there for a bit.
Last thing he tried was the slide. He had so much fun going down the slide that he wanted to climb back up.
And was a little mad that it wouldn’t work. But that was sort of the story of gymnastics class for him. He likes it when he can do exactly what he wants, and he’s mad the rest of the time. It was slightly better week two than week one, and I expect it to improve as he adjusts to the setting!
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